My British Empire

"Good day, Lord Regent and gentlemen!"

Edward nodded politely to Earl Allen, and also to all the nobles staying in the room.

"It's really offending. I didn't know that Earl Wellington imprisoned everyone here in such a disregard of noble dignity. This is really a bad decision!"

With the support of everyone, Edward came to a chair and sat down without hesitation. Then he looked at the pair of angry and fearful eyes, smiled secretly, and then turned to Earl Allen who was sitting next to him. Said.

Of course, this sentence was also addressed to the nobles. Edward did not hesitate to regard Earl Wellington as the scapegoat, and of course it was actually arranged by him.

"Everyone, from now on, everyone can come and go freely, no need to stay in this narrow room and accept this way that is not in line with the dignity of nobles!"

Edward looked around, looked at the pairs of blue eyes, and said with great momentum.

Edward's words caused some waves among the nobles, all the nobles immediately burst into laughter and began to chatter.

Obviously, everyone scoffed at Edward's explanation, but the nobles were overjoyed when they heard the news that they could be free.

Hundreds of people stayed in this room for more than ten days, except for the sleeping room. For the nobles who are unwilling to be lonely, it is almost like penance.

In Edward's ears, a series of words loved by nobles, such as roasted sheep, beauties, and horses, suddenly came.

"Stop the sound—" Feeling almost done, Earl Allen tapped the ground with his crutches, causing the nobles to turn their attention to him.

"Didn't you see that His Majesty the King of England is still here? You don't have the dignity of aristocrats, do you still have face?"

Earl Allen glanced at the nobles, said sharply, and then turned his gaze to Edward again.

"Your Majesty, I made you laugh!"

"Where, I understand that noble gentlemen can't help themselves. If I stay for ten days, I'm afraid I'm not as good as you?"

Edward waved his hand and joked casually.

The nobles also smiled in cooperation with Edward, and the scene became cheerful for a while.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the Earl of Wellington has blocked the entire Edinburgh and the port for the past ten days. Is this true?"

Suddenly, a young nobleman with long light yellow hair walked out of the queue, stood in front of Edward, bowed first, and then asked.

Edward looked at the bold nobleman, thinking about the reason for his question.

On the other hand, Earl Allen mistakenly thought that Edward didn't know his name (in fact, Edward really didn't know), and explained casually: "Your Majesty, this is Archibald Campbell, Earl of Argyll!"

The Earl of Argyle was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. He had a bushy beard and long light yellow hair scattered casually. He looked very Scottish.

"Yes, that's right!" Edward nodded. He knew the Earl of Argyll, one of the four great families in Scotland.

"Your Majesty, I strongly request the Earl of Wellington to compensate us for our losses. This is my list of property losses!"

The young earl also knew that the explanation was not enough, so he sent the parchment in his arms to Edward's eyes, which made him smile wryly.

It's like a thief stealing the owner's property, but the owner blames the thief for not waking him up and disturbing his sleep.

Such a wonderful noble Edward was speechless. He didn't understand that although Earl Wellington stopped their freedom, he didn't stop them from meeting their family members, so the nobles knew all about these losses.

The young earl took the lead, and the rest of the nobles rushed to show Edward their losses. Some even sat on the ground and wept bitterly, looking like they were touching porcelain. Edward stroked his forehead, feeling that it was more normal for the nobles in England.

"Okay, gentlemen!" Edward was disturbed by the noise, slapping the table and yelling loudly.

"We will calculate your losses later, and now let's count the money that you gentlemen owe me!"

Edward stood up, pointed at the nobles, and said in a confident voice.

But the nobles were all taken aback, wondering when they owed Edward money.

"Papa papa!" Edward slapped his hands, and immediately, Luna, the housekeeper of the royal family, came in gracefully from the door.

"Your Majesty!" Luna held the corners of her skirt with both hands, bent down, and gave a ladylike salute to Edward.

"En!" Edward nodded lightly to indicate acceptance.

"Everyone, this is my housekeeper who handles the financial part. Next, she will tell you about your ransom!"

"Ransom?" The nobles all took a breath, their expressions even more exaggerated than when Edward came in.

"Yes, everyone has been captured by me. According to the usual practice, don't you need to pay the ransom?" Edward couldn't help being secretly pleased, feeling extremely proud.

"Earl Allen, Regent James Hamilton, you need to pay His Majesty the king a ransom of 100,000 pounds as the price of freedom!"

Edward looked at Luna with her little butt upright, while listening to her clear voice, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"What? How come there are so many?" Hearing the king's maid's reading aloud, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Your Majesty, this ransom is unreasonable!" Earl Allen felt his face trembling. This figure was too exaggerated, comparable to the king of a country.

"Your Excellency, you are the Regent of Scotland! And you are highly respected, Scotland cannot live without you!"

Edward pretended not to hear the earl's words, but praised them.

It is a great honor for Earl Allen to be so praised by the king of a country.

"So, the ransom for you is only 200,000 pounds, which can describe your great contribution and profound influence to Scotland!"

"Well, thank you Your Majesty for your compliment!" Earl Allen was enjoying the king's compliment, but his heart was bleeding. The two hundred thousand pounds was almost half of his family property.

However, he dared not refuse. The king is here to ask you for it personally. Do you dare not give it?

In fact, the establishment of Edward's ransom is also very particular. These figures are basically set according to the family properties and official positions of these nobles. The figures are about the sixth or seventh floor of their family properties.

As for the source of information, Darkblade's infiltration in the past few years and the search of successive Kings of England have everything that one expects to find.

"Minister of the Privy Council, Archibald Campbell, 5th Earl of Argyll, you need to pay the king a ransom of £190,000!"

"Minister of the Privy Council, Adolf Lannox, Earl of Lannox, Minister of the Royal Treasury, you need to pay a ransom of 190,000 pounds!"

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Then, Luna spent more than half an hour reading the ransom amounts of all the nobles, and almost all the nobles' faces were ashamed.

In total, after calculation, all the Scottish nobles owe Edward a total of 2.98 million pounds, which is almost ten years of taxes in England.

"Oh! I forgot to remind everyone, when you pay the ransom, don't include the property in the area south of Edinburgh, it already belongs to me!"

Edward did not forget to sprinkle salt when the nobles were heartbroken. You must know that the south of Edinburgh in Scotland is a lowland area with fertile land that produces eight layers of grain in Scotland.

Almost all the nobles own a lot of land there, and the nobles are bleeding because of this knife!

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